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Jinxianglou is a well-known high-end restaurant in Jiangcheng. Lu Peichuan often comes here to discuss business with his clients. Rong Zheng has also picked him up here before.

When Rong Zheng arrived at Ruyi Hall, Xue Bai seemed to see a savior. "Madam, you've finally arrived."

The private room was filled with the rich aroma of alcohol. Rong Zheng glanced at the row of empty bottles on the table and frowned slightly. How could they have drunk so much? Judging from the chairs and tableware, there were quite a few people, but not much food had been eaten. Had they just been drinking?

Everyone in the private room had left, leaving only Lu Peichuan sitting back in his chair, head down and eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

Xue Bai gently patted Lu Peichuan's shoulder, "President Lu..."

"Don't touch me!" Lu Peichuan's voice was clear and cold, but now tinged with the hoarseness of drunkenness. His brows furrowed, and he looked very uncomfortable. He tugged at his collar and whispered, "Zhengzheng."

Xue Bai looked at Rong Zheng with an expression that said, "See, that's how it is."

Rong Zheng walked over and said, "Lu Peichuan, wake up."

Lu Peichuan opened his eyes and slowly raised them, his eyes still slightly glazed with drunkenness. He looked at the somewhat blurry figure under the lamplight, "Zhengzheng? Is that you?"

Rong Zheng frowned and looked at Xue Bai, "How did you get so drunk?"

I don't recognize anyone anymore.

Xue Bai said helplessly, "President Lu has been in a bad mood all day. He drank without hesitation tonight, and I tried to stop him, but I couldn't."

Rong Zheng looked at Lu Peichuan again, "Can you stand up by yourself?"

Lu Peichuan shoved Rong Zheng away, "Go away, don't come near me, Zhengzheng will get angry."

Rong Zheng was pushed back a step.

Xue Bai hurriedly said, "Mr. Lu, this is your wife. She's here to take you home."

"Wife?" Lu Peichuan looked confused. "I don't want a wife, I only want Zhengzheng."

Xue Bai: "..."

A hint of annoyance flashed across Rong Zheng's brow. "I'm Rong Zheng. Are you leaving or not? If not, I'm leaving!"

Lu Peichuan grabbed Rong Zheng's hand, "Zhengzheng, don't go, don't abandon me."

Xue Bai immediately helped Lu Peichuan up. This time, he didn't push her away. He just held Rong Zheng's hand tightly and wouldn't let go, no matter how hard she tried. Even Uncle Chen couldn't pull her away.

People who have been drinking are really strong.

Rong Zheng was too lazy to argue with a drunkard, so she and Xue Bai helped Lu Peichuan walk out. When they reached the elevator, a deep, clear voice came from behind them, "Rong Zheng?"

Rong Zheng turned around and saw Song Shiyan. She recognized the man standing behind him from the banquet; he was a real estate tycoon from Jiangcheng. "Brother, you're eating here too?"

Song Shiyan nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Lu Peichuan, who seemed unsteady on his feet. "Have you had too much to drink?"

Rong Zheng: "Mm."

Song Shiyan's gaze swept over Rong Zheng's face, which was slightly flushed from the effort. "Do you need any help?"

Rong Zheng's eyes brightened slightly. "Is that alright?"

Song Shiyan turned his head and glanced at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng immediately went over to take Lu Peichuan's hand, but he held Rong Zheng's hand tightly and couldn't let go. Fang Zheng looked at Song Shiyan with difficulty.

Rong Zheng blushed with embarrassment, frowned as she looked at Lu Peichuan, and said in a low voice, her tone a mixture of anger and helplessness, "Lu Peichuan, let me go."

Song Shiyan took two steps forward, walked up to Lu Peichuan, and pressed his thumb on the Hegu acupoint below Lu Peichuan's tiger's mouth, pressing vertically inward.

A few seconds later, Lu Peichuan released his grip.

Rong Zheng's hand was freed, and she looked at Song Shiyan in disbelief. The man looked at Fang Zheng and said, "Help me."

Fang Zheng and Xue Bai helped Lu Peichuan into the elevator.

Rong Zheng smiled at Song Shiyan, "Thank you, elder brother."

Song Shiyan's gaze fell on Rong Zheng's hand, which was red from being gripped so tightly. "Are you injured?"

Rong Zheng followed the man's gaze to her hand, twirled it, and said, "No, it's just a little red, it'll be fine in a bit."

Song Shiyan nodded slightly and entered the elevator.

Rong Zheng followed them into the elevator, and then Uncle Chen and the real estate tycoon came in as well.

The elevator was a bit crowded, so Rong Zheng stepped back. Behind her stood Song Shiyan. The two were very close, and she could clearly smell the cool, woody scent emanating from him, mixed with his unique, faint masculine aroma. This made her back tense up unconsciously, and her heart beat faster.

The elevator soon arrived at the first floor, and the group of people came out one after another. Rong Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon arriving at the restaurant entrance, the real estate tycoon respectfully bid farewell and left.

While they were greeting each other, Uncle Chen drove the car over.

Xue Bai and Fang Zheng helped Lu Peichuan into the car together. Then Xue Bai looked at Rong Zheng and said, "Madam, we'll leave Mr. Lu to you."

Rong Zheng nodded. "You've had some alcohol too, how are you going to get home?"

"I called a designated driver."

Rong Zheng didn't say anything more, turned to look at Song Shiyan, "Big brother, thank you, I'll be going now."

Song Shiyan slightly raised his chin and pointed at Lu Peichuan inside the car, "Are you alright by yourself?"

Rong Zheng glanced at Lu Peichuan, who was slumped over in the car, and frowned slightly. What could she do? Could she kick him out of the car?

"I'll take you there."

A deep, clear voice rang out, and Rong Zheng was surprised for a moment before waving her hand, "No need, it's too much trouble, I can manage."

"We're family, no need to be so formal." Song Shiyan said, bending down to get into the car.

Song Shiyan is Lu Peichuan's older brother, so it's perfectly reasonable for an older brother to take care of his drunk younger brother.

Thinking this through, Rong Zheng stopped being coy. But when she was about to get on the bus, she was in a dilemma: where should she sit?

Lu Peichuan and Song Shiyan were already sitting in the back seat; if she sat down too, it would definitely be a bit cramped.

But if she sat in the passenger seat and left the drunk Lu Peichuan alone with Song Shiyan, it seemed a bit inappropriate. He was just trying to help, and it would be too impolite of her to do that.

Hesitating...

"Get in the car."

A deep, clear voice came from inside the car.

His voice has an innate sense of authority.

Like a soldier receiving orders, Rong Zheng's mind went blank for a moment, and she immediately climbed into the car. Only after she got in did she realize that there was no room at all, and she was already hanging above Song Shiyan's body.

The two were so close that they could hear each other breathing.

Meeting the man's deep, unfathomable eyes, Rong Zheng's mind went blank, her face flushed crimson, and she stammered awkwardly, "I...you...I'll sit over there."

Rong Zheng hurriedly tried to leave, but in her panic, she forgot she was in the car. She stood up abruptly, her head hitting the roof of the car with a thud. The force rebounded, and she fell directly into Song Shiyan's arms.

Both of them stiffened for a moment.

Ignoring the pain from the head injury, Rong Zheng hurriedly tried to get up from Song Shiyan's arms, instinctively bracing herself on something. Only when she felt something solid and hard in her palms did she realize that she was actually bracing herself on his chest.

Her already flushed cheeks turned even redder, almost as if they were about to bleed.

She sprang away from him like a spring, and just as her head was about to hit the roof of the car again, Song Shiyan quickly put his hand on Rong Zheng's head, a fleeting smile flashing in his usually calm eyes.

How can she be so cute?